Exploding PlateAn Effigy to All Your Junk |
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A special thanks to Tom Kyte who is generously letting me use his photo of his exploding plate here on my site.
You see I’m not the only one who has a problem with plates exploding.
Unfortunately, when my own plate exploded I was so upset I didn’t take a photo.
- Basil
It was 7:37 AM on a Thursday morning. Thursday, October 20th to be exact. I was sitting down to eat breakfast: two nice shiny eggs, sunny-side up. I took a bite, and the yellow juice oozed out all over my plate. I took a second bite, was just putting the fork in my mouth when there was a loud sound: a simultaneous cracking and popping. I looked down at my plate: it had exploded!
The main part of my plate was in three or four large sections with bits of glass strewn all over my end of the table.
I may have sworn, I don’t remember.
This was the last straw. I had been envisioning this web site for quite some time: someplace where I talked about all the stupid crap I end up with because I want to save a little money on this or that. Well here it is: the exploding plate, an effigy to all our junk.
We Americans love buying cheap junk. Stuff that fulfills a purpose of instantaneous gratification, but ends up in the garbage heap soon thereafter. Stuff that doesn’t last because it isn’t made well. Stuff that doesn’t last because we Americans don’t seem to care: because the corporations are catering to our constant need of having the latest and greatest gadgetry at the cheapest prices.
And so this site was born…
